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The weakly blossom, warm in summer bower,
But, ah! it withers in the chilling hour. Mark yonder oaks! Superior to the power
Of all the warring winds of heaven they rise, And from the stormy promontory tower,
And toss their giant arms amid the skies, While each assailing blast increase of strength supplies.
THE QUIET MIND,
My hopes are few and staid,
The last request is made.
To God I live resigned;
And that's a quiet mind.
Flushed honor's sunny crown ;
She frowns, and let her frown.
Which others love to find :
A meek and quiet mind.
The great man's pedigree,
And what are they to me ?.
Rave like a mighty wind;
A still and quiet mind ?
And pride above me tower;
It costs me not a single sigh
For either wealth or power ;
Of quite as great a kind,
A calm and quiet mind.
As some must come to all,
Nor mourn that they befall :
They're comforts in their kind;
Remains a quiet mind.
And love's true joys decay,
Which whirlwinds puff away,
Though left the last behind;
If I've a quiet mind.
POLITE NESS. POLITENESS is the just medium between form and rudeness. It is the consequence of a benevolent nature, which shows itself to general acquaintance in an obliging, unconstrained civility, as it does to more particular ones in distinguished acts of kindness. This good nature must be directed by a justness of sense, and a quickness of discernment, that knows how to use every opportunity of exercising it, and to proportion the instances of it to every character and situation. It is a restraint laid by reason and benevolence upon every irregularity of the temper, which, in obedience to them, is forced to accommodate itself even to the fantastic cares, which custom and fashion have established, if, by these means, it can procure, in any degree, the satisfaction or good opinion of any part of mankind; thus paying an obliging deference to their judgment, so far as it is not inconsistent with the higher obligations of virtue and religion.
This must be accompanied with an elegance of taste, and a delicacy observant of the least trifles, which tend to please or to oblige; and, though its foundation must be rooted in the heart, it can scarce be perfect without a complete knowledge of the world. In society, it is the medium that blends all different tempers into the most pleasing harmony; while it imposes silence on the loquacious, and inclines the most reserved to furnish their share of the conversation. It represses the desire of shining alone, and increases the desire of being mutually agreeable. It takes off the edge of raillery, and gives delicacy to wit.
To superiors, it appears in a respectful freedom. No greatness can awe it into servility, and no intimacy can sink it into a regardless familiarity. To inferiors, it shows itself in an unassuming good nature. Its aim is to raise them to you, not to let you down to them. It at once maintains the dignity of your station, and expresses the goodness of your heart. To equals, it is every thing that is charming; it studies their inclinations, prevents their desires, attends to every little exactness of behavior, and all the time appears perfectly disengaged and careless.
Such and so amiable is true politeness; by people of wrong heads and unworthy hearts, disgraced in its two extremes; and, by the generality of mankind, confined within the narrow bounds of mere good breeding, which, in truth, is only one instance of it.
There is a kind of character, which does not, in the least, deserve to be reckoned polite, though it is exact in every punctilio of behavior; such as would not, for the world, omit paying you the civility of a bow, or fail in the least circumstance of decorum. But then these people do this merely for their own sake: whether you are pleased or embarrassed with it, is little of their care. They have performed their own parts, and are satisfied.
Though Nature weigh our talents, and dispense
Ye powers, who rule the tongue,—if such there are,
Dubius is such a scrupulous, good man;
A story, in which native humor reigns,
But sedentary weavers of long tales
I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
The circle formed, we sit in silent state,
And now, let no man charge me that I mean